Choked

I try screaming but my throat is Being closed by a voice in my head.
A tiny thing with the strength of stone,
Its only purpose is wanting me dead.
I can't run away from it.
The rope gets cinched tighter and tighter every time I try to speak out.
I can't breathe.
I can't talk.
I can only nod and smile.
Nobody can hear my whimpers.
I try to scream over and over again, but nobody is listening.
Nobody is listening!
When I catch someone's attention, the rope gets tighter.
I can feel the burns as it digs into my neck.
Burns nobody else can see but that keep me up at night with constant pain.
It tightens a little bit more every time I try to speak,
Slowly, slowly severing my airways,
And if I keep screaming,
My world will go black from lack of breath.
But then again,
How can I fear darkness when I'm living without light?
I'm not afraid of the dark,
But it will never let the choking, burning breaths stop long enough for the darkness to take over.
It feeds off of my struggled screams.
If the darkness overtakes, the tiny voice will die.
It coaxes me to the edge and pulls me back before I can fall all the way down.
It laughs.
I don't know if that makes the darkness my escape,
But it's definitely crossed my mind.

Reviews

[Chibi.Smith]

This poem is awesome and I like the idea of a tiny thing with the strength of a stone. The characters words might have hurt other people and he/she is being choked by karma. :)